I fucking hate people that talk on their cell phones at the register when I'm trying to help them. Some guy answered his when I was in mid sentence helping him with a christmas present-setting up a fishtank for his daughter-and didnt even apologize. What an ass.
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So here's to living life miserable.
And here's to all the lonely stories that I've told.
Maybe drinking wine will validate my sorrow.
Every man needs a muse and mine could be the bottle.
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